Bec woke to a cool, autumn morning. As she stepped outside, she grew goosebumps in the gentle breeze. She yawned and stretched. Today's one of those days. I better change, she decided.
She was wearing only a thin nighty. Her blonde hair was hung carefree down to her shoulder blades, lightly curled. They smelled faintly of tangerines.
You would see Bec walking down an ordinary street, on an ordinary day and you would probably think her an ordinary girl. Pretty and attractive, no doubt. Those fluttering eyes, oh so perky breasts and rather long, shapely legs for someone not particularly tall. Adorable , but you probably wouldn't have stopped and stared.
She discarded her nighty on the bed and walked naked toward the bathroom. She felt refreshed and new in the chilly air. She started to fill the bath and went to her wardrobe to pick out some things. Things, things, things. A bra with floral print that offered support, but not too much; a matching boyskort and a translucent sarong. But first, a bath. And something to help her out: purple vibrating fingerpads.
The bath was just right and she slipped in with a glorious sigh. Her cupped one of her breasts - the exact size of her hand. The vibrating pads were on three of her fingers and she turned them on to the lowest setting. A gentle hum sounded. She savoured the moment and ran them up the inside of her thighs, stopping just before. Her back jerked involuntarily. A long exhale.
Her left hand continued to stroke her nipples. Gently, she ran a pad along her slit. She moaned - high pitched and wantonly. "God, I need this" she whispered. She ran two pads this time. And again, and again. She was breathing rapidly now. Her chest heaving almost violently.
Quickly now, she pressed a pad to her clitoris and pushed down whilst two of her fingers plunged languorously into her. Her moans were loud and unrestrained now. 'YES! Oh God! Oh God!'"
